Showing posts with label Sarah McLachlan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sarah McLachlan. Show all posts

Sunday, November 30, 2008

I WISH I HAD A (SCREWD)RIVER

I'm not like most people-- I don't get irritated when they trot out the Christmas Carols. Me NOT a Scrooge? Who knew? Maybe it's because I don't bother buying Christmas presents or send out Christmas cards or even cook Christmas dinner, so the start of Xmas Carol season-- right after Hallowe'en, this year-- doesn't remind me the countdown has begun for all the shit I have to do lest I hang my head in shame on that holy of holiest. No, I just do like the Jews do-- go out to a Chinese restaurant and then see a movie. Ah, the holidays!

That's not to say I don't have a discriminating ear when it comes to particularly offensive Christmas offerings, like goddam "River" as sung by her Blobbiness, Sarah McLachlan. I've never particularly loved "River" like some people do, but that doesn't mean Ms. Butterface should be allowed to defile yet another Joni Mitchell song. Yeah, that's right-- she sang "Blue" a few years ago on a collection titled "Washed out Bitches Defile Her Holiness" or something like that.

Where does Biscuit-Head get off? For those of you who don't understand what I mean, look forward to my upcoming post called "I HATE SARAH MCLACHLAN" to understand why you, too, should spontaneously shit whenever you hear those aching little "unhs" she ejaculates into every song. Okay, I know every stupid singer does that, but it makes sense coming out of Enrique Iglesias' mouth, a reminder that yes, he's fucking some skanky groupie right now in the recording booth. Sarah's "unhs," however, remind us she just pooped another scone on the studio floor and some bitch better clean it up, now.

Below is yet another Doughface X-mas classic, a song given away as a single of the week on ITunes last year. Yeah, I downloaded it-- everyone needs an enema once in a while, right? Jesus Christ, listen to her version of "Silent Night." What about "silent" does she not understand? Shit, there's so much tinkling and twoodling and overdubbing and stupid children sighing, if that were my Christmas night, I'd be banging my broom on the ceiling, shouting at the neighbours to shut the hell up.



Friday, June 13, 2008

GIVE THE BITCH A BREAK


Okay. So Bitch looks pretty good. She's lucky her ass not as butterfaced as her butterface. Bitch not trying out for "Fool's Gold 2," so give the Bitch a break.

Why come we can't break the Bitch over the real shit? Bitch can't write a poem to save her life. Bitch was a dime a dozen back in High School-- sorta pudgy, wore a lot of black, loved Siouxsie. Bitch got a real break heading the Lilith Fair-- with her talent, Bitch would be lucky to arrange the local Christmas pageant. In fucking Iowa.

Bitch keeps singing Joni Mitchell songs-- Bitch should be glad Joni not butting out her American Spirits on that Lilith-white ass.

Photo Credit Splash News.